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11 yr. ago
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Salem, April 20, 1692
I guess that's it.
I'm at the end of my rope. They caught me performing a ritual in the woods; they didn't even need any witnesses to condemn me.
But then again it was always like this. Everyone always hated me. The world hated me since I was born. I wish I could just cast spell have a fresh start somewhere else, maybe in Germany or Italy or any other place overseas. Just not here. But I'm not that strong of a witch.
When I come to think of that, now, while I'm about to be burned at the stake to the eyes of the whole town, I'm actually quite happy, even peaceful. Because I know that this will not be the end of my story. It most certainly won't be. That resurrection ritual was not performed in vain. I'll come back, I don't know where or how, but I will. And I will make the world pay for my suffering.
"Mark my words ladies and gentlemen! Your descendants will hear about me!" I shout.
They lit up the fire.
My name is Adolphine Hitcher and these are my last thoughts.